I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 237 I've hanged a thousand beasts like you.
Why is it so noisy?

Bai Xuan, who was sunbathing under a tree and playing Monopoly, looked up.

The mute woman also sensed something was wrong. She gestured with her fingers and said, "Let's go take a look."

Bai Xuan shook his head: "Wait... stay at home and don't go out."

The fourth wind brought a message: he had already smelled the bloody scent permeating the air.

It's human blood.

There were also cries and pleas.

Bai Xuan recalled Ouyang Qingfeng's instructions before he left. His first thought was that his location might have been exposed, or that Ouyang Qingfeng might have encountered trouble.

Either way, one must be prepared to leave this place.

“Dumb girl, go pack your luggage.” He said, “I’m going out to take a look… Just a simple set of luggage will do, not too much.”

He looked in the direction of the village: "I'll go take a look."

Because the house where the two lived was located on the outskirts of the village, it was relatively remote, and it would take some time for the cavalry to find it.

Upon hearing this, the mute woman nodded solemnly. She remained remarkably calm and immediately rushed into the room to pack her luggage, appearing quite adept at it.

This reaction actually confirms that she has a complicated background, but for now, the more obedient she is, the less trouble she will cause.

Bai Xuan took out the Lone Goose Sword, hung it on his waist, and headed towards the town.

At this time, his injuries had not yet healed, and he could not use his true energy, so he could only use swordsmanship.

Not sure how many experts there were in Youzhou, he thought for a moment and then casually picked up the bow and arrows that were nearby.

……

The iron cavalry stormed into the town like tigers and wolves among sheep.

Once the thirty-odd cavalrymen started killing, they had no more scruples. They didn't care about men, women, or children, or whether they were civilians or criminals; they all became victims of their blades.

Thick black smoke billowed into the sky; they were killing people while also setting fires.

There are many resources in the village worth plundering, but the most valuable is the grain.

Once the grain is taken, the rest can simply be burned.

The civilians who were killed would be dragged to the tree in the center of the town, piled up into a small heap of corpses, and then burned to ashes.

If any of them are feigning death or are barely alive, they will experience an even more painful death, either from suffocation or from being burned at the stake.

In just over ten minutes, the village's hundreds of households had been completely wiped out, with hundreds of people either fleeing or dying. In the blink of an eye, nine out of ten houses were empty.

More than a hundred corpses were piled up in the center of the town.

A peasant woman, her hands bound with ropes, was dragged along the ground by a warhorse. The cavalryman on horseback was smug. The poor villager, nearly dying from the dragging, was covered in bruises and her clothes were torn, looking extremely miserable. The reason was simply that she had pushed a soldier who came to seize grain in an attempt to save her child.

But the cavalryman, feeling humiliated, was still not satisfied. He drew his sword and chopped the lifeless child in two. Looking at the despair in the peasant woman's eyes and her ashen face, he laughed triumphantly, revealing a set of white teeth, like a demon crawling out of hell.

The other cavalrymen around them also burst into laughter for some reason, holding torches in their hands, and continued killing for their amusement.

Whoosh-!
An arrow pierced the cavalryman's head, a burst of blood erupted from his brow, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The surrounding cavalrymen reacted slowly, hurriedly turning their horses around in an attempt to locate the archer.

In just five breaths, six more arrows were fired, each hitting the cavalrymen's heads with precision, killing five men in the blink of an eye.

The last man, clearly skilled in martial arts, raised his sword and slashed at the arrow, deflecting it so that it only pierced his shoulder. He then quickly spurred his horse and rode off towards the main force...

Bai Xuan walked to the devastated open space, cut the ropes binding the peasant woman, and took out a blanket to cover her ragged body. Blood kept seeping from the wounds, her life was slowly slipping away, and her heart was already dead.

He knew this peasant woman. She had married into the village from another place and lost her husband when she was young. Everyone said that she had cursed him to death. She gritted her teeth and raised her child alone. The child was her greatest hope in this life. Her family was poor, but the child was very obedient. Knowing that Bai Xuan and Ouyang Qingfeng were learned, he would come to ask them questions when he didn't understand something. He was a very good and sensible child. The villagers all said that this child would definitely be successful in the future. He had a mole on his forehead, which meant that he would surely achieve great things in the future.

Then he died.

They died in this inhumane and senseless massacre.

Whether it's the future or happiness, in just ten minutes, her little home was completely destroyed.

Bai Xuan saw her lips move, but her voice was too soft, so he bent down and leaned over to listen.

"Give me a knife..."

He hesitated for a few seconds, then took a dagger from the corpse of a cavalryman and handed it to her.

He turned around, his back to her, and took a few steps forward.

All that could be heard was the sound of metal scraping together.

The peasant woman, holding her lifeless child, sat by the roadside with her hair disheveled. A glaring crimson stain spread from her chest, staining the blanket she was wearing.

Bai Xuan remained silent and did not turn around to look.

Even without turning around, the surrounding scenery was still so glaring.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning corpses. Men, the elderly, and children lay on the ground or hung from trees, their remains contorted in the last moments of their lives.

Bai Xuan's stomach churned.

He felt nauseous.

He was already used to killing. After so many reincarnations, killing no longer posed a psychological burden to him. He could calmly, efficiently, and rationally slaughter an army, plan an attack, and take the head of an enemy.

But... that was on the battlefield, in the martial arts world.

On the battlefield, whether to kill or be killed, one is already prepared; but in the martial world, where people are driven by fame and fortune, everyone climbs to the top by stepping on bones. Therefore, whether killing on the battlefield or in the martial world, he never had a strong psychological burden, because if he didn't kill, he would be killed.

Even at his most bloodthirsty and insane, he never laid a hand on civilians.

When he was a general, he never promised his men that they could massacre cities or plunder, and he always regarded military discipline as the top priority.

He did not deny that he had killed countless people, perhaps even more than Huang Chao and the Great Western King.

But there is always a bottom line in my heart.

Therefore, when this bottom line was crossed before his eyes, and he witnessed an entire village burned to the ground, black smoke rising from the ruins, twisted corpses piled up haphazardly, and countless wronged souls wailing... at this moment, he felt extreme disgust and revulsion.

Perhaps in chaotic times, human life is as worthless as grass.

In many people's eyes, ordinary people are like weeds in a field; they can be cut down or burned at will, since they will keep growing back.

Bai Xuan squatted down, picked up a clump of burnt black soil from the ground, and held it in his palm; it was still warm.

He could hear the obsession and wails coming from the corpse.

Close your eyes slightly.

Then he tilted his head, and an arrow grazed his eyes, its fletching brushing against his eyelashes and stirring up a gust of wind.

More than twenty cavalrymen were galloping towards them, their iron armor clanging, their aura exceptionally fierce.

The first arrow was fired by a corporal.

He was surprised that his arrow had missed its target.

Bai Xuan turned sideways, looking expressionlessly at the group of armored cavalrymen with bows in hand. His gaze swept over the soot and fresh bloodstains on their bodies, and several of them were carrying freshly severed heads hanging on their horses.

There's no need to confirm anymore; it's definitely this group of executioners.

His left hand hooked the bowstring. He had intended to say something, but suddenly lost interest.

There's nothing to say to this pack of jackals.

When I was a general, I hanged no fewer than a thousand people like this, who kill civilians for their own amusement.

Now it's just a matter of changing the last two digits of the total.

The centurion on the back of the iron cavalry shouted, "Who are you? How dare you kill the Youzhou government troops? You're courting death! Put down your weapons and surrender!"

As he uttered the last word, he secretly made a gesture, and more than a dozen cavalrymen simultaneously released arrows in the direction where Bai Xuan was.

The two sides were about fifty paces apart. At this distance, a heavy bow fired horizontally would arrive in an instant, chasing stars and catching the moon.

Moreover, they also had mounts, which made it easy for them to pull and shove. Most of the Youzhou army were skilled in mounted archery.

Bai Xuan glanced at the arrows but didn't dodge or evade them.

As the arrows were flying through the air, a sudden gust of wind arose, striking the arrows like a steel blade. It swept across fifty meters in an instant, transforming into an invisible hand that slapped down on the cavalry, causing sand and stones to fly everywhere.

The strong winds disrupted the direction of the arrows; the wind was so strong that it even blew many arrows into arcs.

The powerful bow, with its penetrating force, veered off course midway, becoming weak and feeble.

Even if one or two shots were infused with true energy to pass through the hurricane, their speed was worn down by the supernatural power, and they were easily grasped by Bai Xuan.

He nocked the arrow with his backhand, drew the bow, aimed, and fired. The arrow was aimed at a corporal, who was blinded by the oncoming hurricane and had to keep his horse low to maintain its balance. He didn't see it at all, only catching a glimpse of a cold light.

Blood immediately bloomed on his neck.

Clutching his bleeding throat, the cavalry corporal fell from his horse, tearing off the mane before dying. The horse, in pain, raised its hooves wildly and trampled the fallen corporal, crushing his forehead. Dirty red and white substances remained on the horseshoe.

Bai Xuan fired three more arrows, killing three more cavalrymen on the spot.

The centurion's expression changed, and he roared, "This kid is strange! Draw your swords and charge with me!"

This roar steadied the crumbling morale.

He charged ahead, and the other twenty cavalrymen followed suit.

The centurion believed that as long as he closed the distance, he could kill the white-clad man in front of him as easily as mowing grass.

However, there was no load to carry!

Bai Xuan deliberately showed off his bow and arrow to make them make the wrong judgment.

After all, the numerical disparity between the two sides is obvious.

The other party will naturally assume that since there is only one person coming, the advantage is naturally in my hands.

A single charge would easily crush this ignorant nobody into pieces beneath the iron hooves.

Actually, this idea isn't wrong.

Bai Xuan is currently unable to use his true energy, and engaging in hand-to-hand combat with him rashly would be quite risky.

A smart person knows how to leverage their strengths.

and so……

Bai Xuan took something out of his Sumeru Ring, placed it on the ground, and kicked it forward.

Immediately afterwards, an arrow was shot out and hit the round object directly.

boom--!
(End of this chapter)